Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.